Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Under the supervision of two masters, Lu Le and Cao Zhan, the Holy Envoy of Pudu did not play any tricks and quickly handed the prepared letter to the owner of the papermaking shop and made an explanation.

The rest depends on whether this person named Wang Shun can safely return the letter to Pudu, but I think it should be no problem.

Both Lu Le and Cao Zhan can see that although this young boss is a bit old, at the same time, his martial arts strength is pretty good. At least he has a solid foundation in the acquired realm. Unless he encounters a special accident, he can protect himself by himself. More than enough.

What's more, before this person rushes to Yanzhou, someone will protect him secretly to avoid accidents.

In fact, Lu Le and Cao Zhan, like the Holy Envoy of Pudu Sect, were also puzzled by Meng Zhao's troubles just to send a letter. However, facing Meng Zhao, they could only choose to believe it.

After doing all this, the Holy Envoy's first task of joining the Meng family seemed to be completed. He followed Lu Le and Cao Zhan to perform Qinggong, and hurried to the Meng family village in the suburbs, with inexplicable expectations in his heart...

It was snowing heavily, it was freezing cold, and there were only a few pedestrians. Outside the city, the official road inside and outside was even more vast and white, without any smell of strangers, making the atmosphere between the three people somewhat silent.

Walking, walking, the steps of the Holy Envoy of the Pudu Cult became slower and slower, the ominous premonition in his heart became more and more intense, and his face could not hide the ugly look on his face.

As his movements slowed down, Lu Le and Cao Zhan unknowingly sandwiched him on the left and right. The distance was not too far, but not too close either. They seemed to be on guard. Yu, more to ensure the possibility of taking action at any time.

The Holy Envoy stopped moving forward and stopped, his majestic and burly body trembling slightly, his face full of anger and hatred, and even more of confusion and unwillingness.

"Why, why, you want to kill me!"

Yes, there were no strangers around here, and except for the heavy snow that seemed to never stop, there was no other wilderness. His perception became more and more acute.

Without the interference of messy information, he could capture the murderous aura emanating from Lu Le and Cao Zhan with great accuracy. In such an environment and situation, besides killing him, could there be anyone else?

However, he really couldn't understand that he had been very cooperative and had not played any tricks. He also wanted to follow a talented person like Meng Zhao. Why couldn't he be tolerated?

The former one was too well-behaved and obedient, but now he is on the verge of despair, as if he is mocking his stupidity and ignorance.

At this moment, he realized that he had just been tricked. The anger and hatred that seemed to burn everything erupted like a volcano. The cold murderous intent was even more intense than the howling cold wind and falling winter snow. Ice cold.

As soon as these words came out, Lu Le and Cao Zhan did not have any surprise or refutation. They just occupied a more favorable terrain and locked the Holy Envoy of Pudu Sect firmly in place. trend.

Lu Le sighed, with a helpless look on his round face, and said regretfully,

"I'm sorry, you are indeed a talent, and I can see that you do want to join us, but there is no way. This is the young master's order, and we can only obey it.

Otherwise, I will stay here until I go back to ask for instructions from the young master. There is no room for maneuver. "

From many perspectives, although this holy envoy of Pudu Cult is a bit selfish, he is ruthless and decisive in his actions and can recognize the general trend. This is considered a very capable person and definitely a talent.

Lu Le also rarely developed a love for talents. The main reason was that in the past, the second wife of the Meng family was really full of big cats and kittens and could not be reused. His adoptive father Lu Zhong often instilled in him the idea of ​​selecting talents for the young master.

Even though the second home is not what it used to be, the habits developed in the early years are still not easy to change.

Cao Zhan went out to do business this time. He rarely spoke and remained silent, but at this time he felt a little disapproving.

"Brother Lu, why are you telling him this? Young master wants him to die at the third watch. Who can keep him until the fifth watch?

I know it is rare for you to cherish others, but you must never go against the master's wishes. "

Compared to Lu Le's love for talents, he wholeheartedly planned for Meng Zhao, regardless of his personal position in Meng Zhao's heart.

Cao Zhan was much more sensible. Whatever Meng Zhao told him, he just had to complete it with all his heart. Disobeying Meng Zhao's orders without authorization could easily lead to suspicion and estrangement.

Lu Le was silent for a moment and didn't say anything else. He just nodded lightly, which was regarded as acknowledgment of Cao Zhan's statement.

The Holy Envoy of the Pudu Cult experienced a repeated process from hope to despair, then to hope, and then to despair.

At this time, he completely gave up the idea of ​​seeking refuge with Meng Zhao, but instead developed boundless hatred and resentment.

He had no enmity with Meng Zhao. From beginning to end, he had never even seen Meng Zhao's face. However, his own destiny was manipulated and toyed with by the other party.

Life and death depend on each other's thoughts.

This is really a great shame for a warrior who practices martial arts and has entered the innate world.

"That's enough, don't be hypocritical anymore. Although there are many of you, you may not be able to kill me. If I don't die today, I will definitely seek revenge from Meng Zhao for today's revenge in the future."

The Holy Messenger is also a kind of release after despair. Don't worry about whether he can survive or not. Let's get over it.

In fact, even if he was lucky enough to survive today, he would still be just a humble little person facing a top genius like Meng Zhao who was shining brightly in China. Revenge would probably be impossible in this life.

Lu Le's face turned cold. He could appreciate the ability of this holy envoy of Pudu Cult, but he could not forgive the envoy's incomprehensible hatred and threats of revenge against Meng Zhao.

Cao Zhan's eyes flickered, and he took a step forward with a roar. The extremely fierce energy radiated from the center of his step in all directions. The thick snow layer was pushed outward by this force. Like waves in the sea.

The body climbed higher and higher, and the bones made the sound of fierce collision and friction. The qi and blood surged like a blazing furnace. The falling snow in the sky and the snow on the ground were melted into white mist by the power of this hot qi and blood.

A fighting will to fight against the heavens and the earth, extremely strong and solid, was as majestic as the sea, surging out, directly above his head, stirred up a huge wind pillar connecting the sky, and the terrifying beast roar shook the void, shocking The Holy Envoy of Pudu Cult turned pale.

Cao Zhan's Great Sage's Heaven Splitting Technique truly manifested its mysterious power and unique skills after entering the innate world. At this time, with the blessing of the power of the stars, it was even possible to counterattack and practice Qi to become a Gang Warrior.

To deal with the holy envoy of Pudu Cult, Lu Le did not need to take action at all, he alone was enough.

Lu Le did not take action, but chose to stand aside in case something unexpected happened.

In terms of martial arts strength alone, Cao Zhan's current kung fu is indeed superior to his.

The next moment, Cao Zhan swung his arms forward, glared like a devil, and gave him a fierce shake.

A huge fist force appeared, like a fighting holy ape punching out. The fierce and powerful martial arts will shocked the mind. Along the way, the wind and snow dispersed, and the void shook.

Can the Holy Envoy block this punch?